“Paul…” Ralf, his older brother, starts. “This is getting ridiculous, honestly…”

The younger brother looks up from his phone to see Ralf standing in front of him, arms crossed over his chest. “What?”

“This thing you have going on with her,” Ralf says, and it’s not hard to figure out who he means.

You.

Paul’s best friend, who he brought with him this weekend to the F2 race in Silverstone. Also the girl he’s been crushing on for years.

“You have to tell her,” Ralf speaks up again, an eyebrow raised at his little brother.

That’s the exact moment you step into the lounging area in the Hitech truck, smile on your lips as you watch the two brothers. “Tell me about what?”

They look between each other, both hoping that the other will come up with an excuse. “Erm…”